Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
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Ohhhh, I love that post.

Also; my tagboard's dead and dying.
I can only deduce that all the late-night/early-morning EMT mugging sprees have killed everyone off.

Nuuuu, come back! I can't afford flowers for EVERYONE.

I can't wait till EMTs're finally over.
I don't particularly like the fact that this year's coming to an end...but so do all things. Time waits for no man, after all...and judging from all the times that my three alarm clocks've let me down (and it wasn't like I only set one of them-- I set all three!), I reckon Time likes Cara not, and therefore waits not for Cara, too.

Ren Jean, Yan, Kat and I want to learn telekinesis.
And yeah, I do believe that the subconscious mind IS powerful;
and I spent the entire last part of MI trying to pull out one of the school buttons off the shoulderpad of the uniform of the guy sitting in front of me by telekinesis.
Needless to say, it didn't work.
...He did reach over and scratch his shoulder that one time, though.

That counts!

Today, for some reason, Ren Jean and I (okay, mostly Ren Jean. I swear I have no idea how I got involved) about torsos. :/ I think it had something to do with wondering why Jeremy Sumpter was so flat-chested in Peter Pan, even though (according to Ren Jean) he's twenty-something; and y'know, by when you'd expect most guys to actually have a chest, or some semblance of it.

Ren Jean: Muscular boobs.
Cara: Musoobs. (pronounced "muh-soobs", if you must know)
Ren Jean: ...Moobs.
Cara: Mu-boobs.
Ren Jean: 0_0
Cara: 0_0 HAHAHA mu-boobs! Like, "Hey, these are mu-boobs!"
*cracks up*

Today we had class phototaking, too; and during the candid shot, Ren Jean and I wanted to carry Lynna, but the photographer was all, "No, no, don't do that, I can see her red pants,"; to which Lynna yelled back, "No, they're orange!!".

So in the end Ren Jean and I decided to be two gangstas holding Lynna captive and doing the whole fingergun thang; and Mdm Woon put her arms on my shoulder and posed as my girlfriend.

Haha we roll deep yo. :]


...Apparently I look like a lawyer.

I don't WANT to be a lawyer, though. Or a doctor.

I mean, I suppose I don't mind, and all. I might even learn to love it, after a while, just so long as I close my eyes and try really really hard.

But really, all I want to do is live somewhere where I can have woodland glades in my backyard, with the lilting laugh of a river stream somewhere in the distance;
and glorious evenings, when the sun filters through the overhanging canopy of leaves and sends jewels scattering across the forest floor like some diamond-strewn dancefloor,
and beautiful, beautiful twilights; like a scene captured and perfectly replicated from Imladris.

And there I will live, and laugh, and love,
and every evening I will venture outside and collect starlight in a woven basket,
and talk to trees, and maybe they will show me that maybe I don't have two left feet because dryads kind of have roots, but STILL; golly can those girls dance-

and I shall frequent shady places near streams and under trees and even atop t hem, and there I shall write about whatever strikes my fancy,

and so I shall live;
isolated, not particularly wealthy, not particularly rich in social connections or credit cards and without the experience that the working world gives,

but so I shall live happy.



...And that is what I want to do with my life.

Thank you, twenty-first century society, for taking it all away.


Ohwell.
I'll blog more, when zeh inzpiratzion strikes again.

<3